Her 'husband' never much questioned her frequent trips or night activities and the money and power of the CIA and it's connections had made her 'socia...l' life one much in demand, as long as she obeyed him. He would readily use her if it got him something. In this case, a head start running. I don't think Laura was much more than his live-in whore. He often treated her worse than that.When I rang the bell, Laura opened it, almost dressed, at least the top part was that of a transparent baby doll. " And she wiggled and ground against my hand. I moved it away andshe moaned a bit again. It was wet. I held it up to her face. Looking inthe rear view mirror I could see her blushing."Naughty girl Nicks."She was quiet. I brought my hand to my nose, she watched. My tonguedarted out once. I moved it back to her face, holding it close to hersoft lips. "Lick Nicks."She looked into my eyes in the mirror and her tongue shot out too,licking, tasting herself. Then she kissed my hand.It was a good thing. It was only a few moments until she again peeked out and saw no-one so she again pulled back the curtain.Was it me or was that store getting warm?Damned if she didn't look better this turn than in the last. This time she wore off-white stockings, garters and another push-up bra. I had this sudden urge to tie her hands above her head while I sampled her sexily-clad body, though I allowed it to pass as I simply gazed at her in hunger.The damn curtain closed and then opened again.Black was the. I watch as he undresses, marvelling at his strength, youth and masculiinity. I'm pleased to see that he's already erect. I watch silently as he showers, feeling sick with desire for him to touch me, fuck me, hurt me. I know it's coming and there's no rush. Nonetheless, it's hard to remain calm. I slow my breath and fold my hands in my lap as I kneel. In that moment all I want is to please him and be worthy of his time and attention. I'm more than aware of how handsome and charismatic he is. I'm.